Page 76 of Loving the Liar

My wide eyes can’t leave his face, and he only realizes something is off after a few seconds of silence.

“What?”

“What deal?” I ask.

He shakes his head. “What are you talking about?”

“What deal with Megan?”

He takes a step back, running a hand at the back of his neck. “I said my relationship with Megan.”

Feeling like a crazy woman, I shake my head. No, I know what he said. “You said your deal.”

“You heard wrong.” That’s all he deigns me as he steps to the side, taking a plate out of a cabinet and a spatula out of the drawer.

“Chris, don’t lie to me.”

“I said relationship,” he grits out as he scoops one cookie after the other, putting them on the plate.

“Why are you lying?” I insist. “What risk are you taking by breaking a deal with her? And what kind of deal is it?”

“Ella,” he says sternly. “You’re getting on my nerves.”

When he’s done with the cookies, he pulls his phone out of his pocket. “I have to go.”

This time, he pulls a small box out of his other pocket. He stands in front of me again and places it on the counter beside my thigh.

“This is what I came for initially. It’s for you. I’m sorry you feel like you can’t go to that party since you’re not part of the cheer team. I hope you know in my eyes you have better skills than every single girl on that team combined.”

Taking a cookie from the plate, he bites into it and his eyes flutter shut. “You really do make the best chocolate chip cookies. I love them.” He winks at me. “I’m having a party at my Stoneview house tonight. You’re more than welcome to come if you don’t feel welcome at an SFU party.”

“You?” I snort. “Mister Boring is having a party at his house? You used to only have those for your birthday.”

His eyebrow quirks before his lips do the same. “Well, technically Jake and Rose are organizing me a party. But today is September 15th, Sweets.”

Fuck. It’s his birthday.

“I’m so sorry I?—”

“You can make it up to me by coming to my party. Wear that beautiful silk blue skirt you own and a white top. And that pale pink gloss with it. It looks gorgeous on you.”

My heart drops, memories of my high school relationship with him twisting my stomach.

“You don’t tell me what to wear anymore. That…that was the old us.”

He smiles knowingly. “It’s us. Period. I tell you what to do, and you listen like a good girl because you love the way I praise you when you do.”

“But—”

“I want every guy at my birthday to wish they could fuck you. And then I’ll take pleasure knowing I’m the only one who gets to sink his cock in that beautiful pussy of yours.”

“You’re an ass?—”

“Watch your mouth or I’ll wash it with my cum before I leave.”

I smirk. “I thought you had to go. Aren’t you in a rush?”

“I’ll always make time for my beautiful slut.” His hand softly tangles in my hair, and he tilts my head to the side, dropping a kiss on my cheek. “Please, come,” he whispers in my ear.

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